To be invited to meet an ‘English eccentric’ these days is to experience a sinking feeling as some lame-o weaves into view. Too many Shoreditch drunks think they are the shiznit. But for those unhappy that this particular model seems to be exhausted, Jah Wobble is the real deal — eccentric as in distant from the centre, strikingly brave in opinion and individualistically inspired in behaviour.

He’s a curious mixture of what you might call an old-school Herbert — a straight talker who’s a bit rough around the edges, a two-fisted Cockney Jack the Lad — and a new-age seeker of inner vision. In other words: a psychedelic Sid James who kicks arse.